Originally quoted by Mischief the enigmatic Polar Beari went dancing last night and had a great time, felt all tingly and sparkly ... i now officially understand what the film footloose is about. I'm gaspin...

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______________________Fandangling across the moony sky,went the Beezee bold as brass,side-saddle she sat, on a big painted bat,shooting moonbeams out of her a(censored)e.~Joe________________________ Isn't sanity really just a one trick pony, anyway? I mean, all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy¦ooh ooh ooh the sky's the limit!

dear good god. being away from home for a MONTH without a vibrator is going to kill me.

Limertilly: A pagan deity forgotten by man and therefore banished to the realms of memory and darkness now remembered by a young girl in downtown L.A. in the form of a dream and therefore freed to reap your revenge on the people who discarded you, thereby forcing said girl to learn to use her innate yet awesome powers as a soothsayer to gather forces of the Earth to defy you and once more banish you to your cold, cold prisoooooon

So once I was trekking on the South Island of New Zealand, the Copeland trail. We had taken a half rest day and made a hangi. We'd divided the wine amongst the nine of us, and had plans for a grand evening which started off literally swimmingly as we all went skinny dipping in the coldest fucking lake I'd ever imagined while the food cooked underground.

Some random fishermen from the lake were at the same campsite, and we invited them to eat and drink with us (which was not entirely altruistic considering we'd have to carry out anything we didn't consume that night). Most of us, tired from the first week's trek, stayed up enjoying the camp fire and drinking with the locals except one, I was later to learn, very sweet Swiss girl.

Inevitably, the talk turned to the protocols when trekking about Number One and Number Two, and of course someone cracked a joke about Number Five; and it was not me this time, I swear. So one of the local guys said, have any of you ever tried a Number Ten. We all answered, "No, what the heck is that?" And he helpfully informed us that a Number Ten is when you sit on your hands until they fall asleep so it feels like someone else is doing it.

From the tent of the, presumably asleep, Swiss girl we hear, "Would you all just go to bed you drunken sex monsters!"

So we did

And, um, I kind of forgot why I wanted to tell that story here...has anyone seen my teeth and walker....

Originally posted by digitalprimate:So one of the local guys said, have any of you ever tried a Number Ten. We all answered, "No, what the heck is that?" And he helpfully informed us that a Number Ten is when you sit on your hands until they fall asleep so it feels like someone else is doing it.

around here, that's known as "The Stranger."

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Originally posted by digitalprimate:So one of the local guys said, have any of you ever tried a Number Ten. We all answered, "No, what the heck is that?" And he helpfully informed us that a Number Ten is when you sit on your hands until they fall asleep so it feels like someone else is doing it.

around here, that's known as "The Stranger."

"around here"

would that be Toronto or your place

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